Sometimes it I stopped being myself Without a turned into somebody else of wishes, wants, dreams and desires for a life Of conceit and deceit, and repeat, and
Not sure who I was before this me and I But I know this me now is not really the
Friends are as strangers and as friends And I feel I'm wired in a why Yeah, my friends are as and strangers as friends And I feel like I'm in a lie
Everyday my world gets And and smaller, and older, and lower my treat gets closer to trick Everyday my gets slower And colder and smaller, and older, and
I'm tired of alone with myself I'm tired of being anyone else Yeah, I'm tired, I'm
of my favorite thing's quite right To the mirror man at me In the spite of another false start, dirty out and used Up and down to the ground, disavowed, so
All made up in the belief me is the same As the in the glass but I see my eyes change
are as strangers and strangers as friends And I feel like I'm in a why Yeah, my friends are as strangers and as friends And I feel like I'm in a lie
Every night my gets quicker And and shorter, and tighter, and slicker Every night my truth gets to dare Yeah, night my world gets quicker And lighter and shorter, and tighter, and
I'm sick of alone with myself I'm sick of being with else Yeah, I'm of being alone with myself I'm sick of with anyone else Yeah, I'm sick, like I'm tired, like I'm